Chapter 49 Zhao Laogen and Guo Lixing

"What about Jingjing?" asked Wang Yao. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"They'll go with Sissi later, and we'll go visit our seniors first. Mao Weitao said.

"Oh. Wang Yao obediently followed behind.

The two took the elevator to the top floor, and they could smell the aroma of food when they got out of the elevator, the top floor was not a traditional hotel, but a huge circular restaurant, and there were a lot of people sitting at the moment, most of them were old people with Huafa, wearing Tang costumes and practice clothes, etc., and there were some young men and women guarding the old people.

Mao Weitao took Wang Yao all the way, and everyone greeted Mao Weitao and called him "Mao's wife." ”

Wang Yao estimates that he is a peer again.

"Young Master Mei. Mao Weitao walked up to the thin old man who thought he was close to the age but still had spiritual significance, and bowed respectfully.

"Oh, little mao. "Known as Young Master Mei, he is the son of Peking Opera master Mei Lanfang, and Liyuan is currently a well-known master with a high status.

"How is Young Master Mei doing lately?" Mao Weitao poured tea for Young Master Mei and asked softly.

"There are no major problems, but there are many small problems. Young Master Mei said with a smile: "Work hard and be careful." ”

"At your age, it's time to enjoy the blessings. Mao Weitao said with a smile.

"I can't stay idle. Young Master Mei smiled and waved his hand, took a sip of tea and looked at Wang Yao behind Mao Weitao, "Who is this child?"

"This is the disciple that Elder Xu is going to accept, let me show you. Mao Weitao said respectfully, "Wang Yao, I've seen Master Mei." ”

"Master Mei. Wang Yao bowed respectfully.

"Ah, good boy. Young Master Mei responded with a smile, his clear eyes looked at Wang Yao, and he reached out and grabbed his wrist, "How old is the child?"

Wang Yao felt the force of the pressure between Young Master Mei's fingers on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Seventeen years old." ”

"Seventeen years old, how many years have you been studying opera?" Young Master Mei pinched Wang Yao's shoulder again.

"I've been listening to it for years, but I haven't learned it. Wang Yao said.

"Wang Yao is a student at the high school attached to our school and is very talented. Mao Weitao said.

"Oh, it's good to listen to your throat, but your muscles and bones are a little hard, and if you want to eat this mouthful, you may have to suffer a lot. Young Master Mei smiled, "Child, are you afraid of hardship?"

"I'm afraid of suffering in vain. Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth.

Young Master Mei was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "There is spirituality, no wonder it can make Ah Feng take a fancy to it, what is it called?"

"Wang Yao. Wang Yao said.

"Good name. Young Master Mei nodded again, touched his body, and took out a folding fan from behind his waist, "The first time we met, it was worthless, I may not be able to go to your apprenticeship, this fan will be given to you." ”

"How dare you do that. Mao Weitao hurriedly refused, Young Master Mei's personal fan is not an ordinary object, take it at least in front of his peers, three points superior.

"For children, I like spiritual children. Young Master Mei smiled, "Today's children are too brainy, and they don't know how to be flexible, if this continues, the things left by the ancestors will be eaten to death sooner or later." ”

Listening to Young Master Mei's sigh of hatred that iron is not made of steel, Mao Weitao also fell silent.

"Thank you, Master Mei. Wang Yao took the fan and bowed.

"Let's sit down and eat, it's boring to eat alone. Young Master Mei smiled.

"What about Li Zhuo?" asked Mao Weitao as he led Wang Yao to sit down.

"I don't know where I went, but he was busier than anyone else at the exchange meeting held by others. Young Master Mei snorted coldly as he peeled the egg with his trembling hands.

Wang Yaoyan quickly wrapped one and replaced the one in Young Master Mei's hand.

Young Master Mei was stunned, looked at Wang Yao and smiled, "What a good boy." ”

Mao Weitao also glanced at Wang Yao with a smile, thinking that this kid was really good at sycophancy.

From time to time during the meal, people of all ages came to greet Young Master Mei and said hello to Mao Weitao.

Wang Yao roughly estimated that almost all of the major operas in China, such as Peking Opera, Yue Opera, Ping Opera, Henan Opera, Huangmei Opera, Kunqu Opera, Sichuan Opera, HB Bangzi, etc., have arrived.

Wang Yao is looking forward to how exciting the exchange meeting will be when it really begins.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a Tang costume with a flat head and a beard and a kind smile walked over, followed by a short and fat man with a dimple and a kind face with a smile.

Wang Yao knows the one in front of him, because no one in the Dragon Kingdom doesn't seem to know him, the most down-to-earth star artist in the Dragon Kingdom, the sketch king, a master-level grassroots artist who has turned the two from vulgar skills to elegant and vulgar appreciation, Zhao Laogen.

"Boss Mei, long time no see. Zhao Laogen patted Young Master Mei's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Old roots. Young Master Mei turned his head to look at Zhao Laogen and smiled, "What kind of wind blew you here?"

"Don't say that, I'm cheeky enough to get a spot. Zhao Laogen said with a smile.

"You're not going to bring the two of you here, are you? Young Master Mei said with a smile.

"You're entertaining me again, aren't you, how can that thing of mine be elegant. Zhao Laogen said with a smile: "I'm just here to get my ears." ”

"Then let's have a good chat then. Young Master Mei smiled and looked at the short and fat man behind Zhao Laogen, "Xiao Guo." ”

"Hey, it's me, Young Master Mei. The short and fat man replied with a smile in his eyes, and his voice was clear.

"Your voice is still so good, it seems that the cross talk didn't invalidate your voice. Young Master Mei said with a smile.

"I'm taking good care of it, and I'm ready to sing. The stocky man said with a smile.

The three of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Zhao Laogen nodded to Mao Weitao again, and left with the short and fat man.

"Hmph, anyone dares to join in the fun. After the two left, Young Master Mei snorted coldly.

Wang Yao came back from his daze, lowered his head and pricked up his ears.

"He is also the most famous folk artist at the moment. Mao Weitao whispered.

"What kind of artist? Not really, at most it's a drama. Young Master Mei snorted coldly.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, it is still quite strange for a singer to call others operas, but he can also figure it out.

The old man Jin Wensheng also called the opera a singer, probably because of the jealousy of peers or the fact that there is really a root of old grudges, the two turned to the folk music of Lotus Fall and Yangge, Zhao Laogen is known to promote the two to the whole country, Peking Opera is a court opera handed down from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and it is normal for Young Master Mei to look down on others.

It is rumored that many of the lyrics of singing opera were stolen from where the storyteller stole them, and later the book was also stolen from the singing opera, and the two families also had a feud because of this, until there was a period of decline in folk art and everyone could not eat, so they helped each other to spend a period of time, and blended with each other to develop more folk art forms.

But as some art has become court art, and some art is still street art, there is an identity gap between the two, and it is wrong to pick up the older generation.

In terms of the current atmosphere in the past, there should be more people watching the two turn than Peking Opera, and Young Master Mei, the leader of the pear orchard, is naturally unhappy.

In addition, Wang Yao, the short and fat man behind Zhao Laogen, also heard it, he was a cross talker, named Guo Lixing, and he was also an independent folk artist after he went out of the Quyi Troupe.

The craft of cross talk itself is a hundred lines of scolding, singing scolding, storytelling, and even begging and singing rat treasures, because cross talk belongs to the integration of Baitong, and all folk art forms are taken from their essence to their dross, as long as it is said that the folk art, in the twelve homework of cross talk, there are all, and even the tricks are a little.

In the past, the act of saying cross talk was to grab jobs, and it was also a job to rob many lines, no wonder people hated it.